Danielle stood frozen at the top of the Grand Staircase. She glanced from left to right. Right? Guest rooms. Left? She knew Seth's room was to the left.
Dinner had been quiet. Awkward.
Alpha Emory tried to make quiet conversation, but only Seth was responsive. Connor and Christina had been seated next to each other across the table from her and Seth.
They pointedly avoided looking at each other and kept sentences short. Stiff.
At one point Christina had accidentally brushed her fingers against his and hissed like she'd been burnt by the touch.
Of course Alpha Emory had pretended the palpable tension didn't exist. And of course Seth had followed his father's lead.
Danielle hadn't been able to stand it and had quietly stood up and left. Which nobody drew any attention to either.
Typic
